Cold sweat dripped down from Owen's forehead.
What the hell?! But at this critical moment, the magic staff had disappeared.
A bad feeling arose in the old magician's heart. Could it be that his identity had been seen through in advance? But Owen carefully recalled that when the four of them entered the bar, they had a scuffle with a group of mercenaries and didn't seem to get close to the bar.
That's strange, who took the staff?
Just when the old magician was puzzled, an inexplicable drowsiness suddenly rushed into his heart. Owen felt an unprecedented fatigue, as if he had been drifting in the sea for a long time, alone against the endless storm. Surrounded by endless sea water, he couldn't see the direction of land. The old magician could only feel his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Vaguely, he could hear someone singing an unknown lullaby in the distance. He just wanted to fall asleep to this lullaby forever.
Damn it, it's a sleeping spell.
Owen was also a magician, so he quickly realized that his current state was due to someone else's magic.
Could it be that the people in front of him had a helper in the dark? The old magician was startled. These four knights exuding a dangerous aura were already very difficult to deal with, but if there was a magician lurking in the dark, then wouldn't it be even worse?
The old magician stretched his neck and desperately fought against the growing drowsiness. Owen wanted to warn the Fatso merchant and the Guard Captain before he lost consciousness, but when he turned his head towards Zac's direction, he found that everyone including the boss of Fatso had fallen asleep on the floor.
Owen could no longer hide the horror in his heart. This was not a sleeping spell. The range of effect of a rank three sleeping spell was definitely not this large. In fact, not only Zac's area, the old magician could see that no one was still standing. Owen wanted to turn his head to look at other places, but he could no longer resist the surging drowsiness. Closing his eyes, his head tilted to the side, and leaning against the bar, he fell into a deep sleep.
A moment later, the originally lively pub was only left with five people standing in the same place.
"The rank four spell, Siren's Song?" The young knight looked at the unfamiliar figure not far away, his eyes flashed a touch of surprise, "It seems that someone powerful has appeared."
Then he smiled again, revealing two rows of white teeth, "Unfortunately, Your Honor's spell doesn't seem to have any effect on us."
"Punishment knights are immune to most spells below rank five, I know that. Don't misunderstand, the spell just now was not aimed at you." Rob said lightly.
The Siren's Song was used by the future Supreme Magus to clear the area. It enveloped the entire tavern, including the second floor. Now, except for the five of them, everyone else in the tavern had fallen into a deep sleep. Snoring could be heard everywhere.
At this time, the Great Magician was still drunk, and his head was still a bit heavy. Rubbing his temples, Luo Bu moved a chair in front of the four people and said, "Come, let's have a chat."
The four knights looked at each other and noticed the surprise in each other's eyes.
Magicians were not rare. There were many magicians who could cast rank four spells, and they had even killed a few powerful magicians with their own hands. However, there were not many people who knew about the Heresy Court and could recognize them at a glance. Not to mention, the other party was so young. Since when did magicians who could cast rank four spells become so young?
"Who is Your Honor?" To be cautious, the middle-aged knight decided to find out the other party's background first.
"Don't worry, I'm just a wandering magician with no one to rely on. I have nothing to do with your Heresy Court." Rob sat down on the chair, casually placing the staff he took from the old magician on his knees. "Well, I've answered your questions. Now it's my turn to ask. Why is the Heresy Court looking for that girl?"
The young knight's eyes lit up, "You've seen her?"
Archmage sighed, "That's why I hate people like you who don't follow the rules the most. You don't even know the basic rules of questioning."
"Since you know that we're Punishment Knights, you should know that the people of the Heresy Court never talk reason with others."
The knight who had been clamoring for a midnight snack stopped half a meter away from Rob, a touch of curiosity on his face. "I really don't know if you're stupid or brave. As a magician, how dare you let me, a melee profession, get so close to you."
The other three knights were also surprised. It seemed that they did not expect Rob to be so arrogant. Until now, he had not even picked up the staff on his knees. The Archmage seemed to have given up resisting. He just sat there and watched the Punishment Knight walk in front of him.
At such a close distance, most mages wouldn't even have the time to cast a spell. On the other hand, knights could draw their swords in the blink of an eye. Furthermore, Punishment Knights were the nemesis of mages. They were immune to most spells below rank 5. Unless they encountered a high-ranked mage, the mage class, which was a headache for most mages, was no different from an ordinary person in the eyes of Punishment Knights.
Under such circumstances, anyone would think that the outcome of the battle had been decided.
"I'll give you a quarter of an hour to pry his mouth open," the middle-aged knight ordered. "In addition to finding out his relationship with the girl and the girl's current location, you also need to ask him how he knew about the Heresy Court."
"Let me help, too." The young knight grinned as he took out the box of torture instruments he carried with him. The people in the Heresy Court probably had a morbid fanaticism towards torture. There were professional torture instrument designers who would invest a lot of time and money into researching new instruments of torture every year. They would manufacture and produce them, then hand them over to the Punishment Paladins to use. They would track and collect feedback from the Punishment Paladins, and then modify them on this basis.
The young knight's favorite torture instrument was called the Light Bone Crusher. He had just received the latest version before he went out this time. It was said that this thing could grind a person's bones as fine as flour. Combined with a potion that could keep people awake forever, the taste was simply wonderful. The young knight could not wait to find someone to try it on. His original target was the Captain of the Guard, but now he found a better prey.
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